章節 437: P-poison...

A self-respecting warrior would be ashamed to fake their deaths just to escape from their enemies, but to assassins and hitmen, this was just a part of the basics. There were stories of how hitmen loved to lie in coffins and roleplay as a corpse, and when their target's back was turned, they leap up and take down their target. This was why the Hitman Walker felt incredibly proud of himself at the moment, without any shame.

"Pretending to be dead is a type of undercover technique, right? See! I knew I was talented in assassination!" He murmured to himself and produced a matchbox-sized box, which he proceeded to poke. 

Back in the ruins, the three rocks instantly picked up the signal, with the square-shaped rock saying, "The Hitman Walker finally succeeded in fleeing from his enemies. At this moment, he is on his way."